Stavanger Bay Maps for the getaway

The Captain had come ashore for the sole purpose of retrieving his treasure that he had stashed away while he was still scouting for a ship to suit his purposes. He had moved it to be sure that no other wolf would take it from him, least of all those who might return the once-carefully crafted grave and discover that a skull was all that remained there. No, it was his, and he was a jealous and obsessive sort.

He prowled across the bay. He would pass by that grave on his way to his personal cache. He would not have given the tall ash tree that marked it a second look had there not be a wolf standing there looking down at the thrashed rocks and disturbed soil. Ferahgo slowed his pace and came to a stop with a quiet hmm for his ears only.

The other wolf did not seem to have noticed him right away, and so he watched, intrigued.